From the author of Happiness for Beginners comes the instant New York Times bestseller (May 2018), an unforgettable love story about finding joy even in the darkest of circumstances.
Margaret Jacobsen is just about to step into the bright future she’s worked for so hard and so long: a new dream job, a fiancé she adores, and the promise of a picture-perfect life just around the corner. Then, suddenly, on what should have been one of the happiest days of her life, everything she worked for is taken away in a brief, tumultuous moment.
In the hospital and forced to face the possibility that nothing will ever be the same again, Maggie must confront the unthinkable. First there is her fiancé, Chip, who wallows in self-pity while simultaneously expecting to be forgiven. Then, there's her sister Kit, who shows up after pulling a three-year vanishing act. Finally, there's Ian, her physical therapist, the one the nurses said was too tough for her. Ian, who won't let her give in to her pity, and who sees her like no one has seen her before. Sometimes the last thing you want is the one thing you need. Sometimes we all need someone to catch us when we fall. And sometimes love can find us in the least likely place we would ever expect.
How to Walk Away is Katherine Center at her very besta masterpiece of a novel that is both hopeful and hilarious; truthful and wise; tender and brave.
Praise for How to Walk Away:
"Katherine Center's voice did what great fiction is meant to do: It pulled me in so immediately and completely that I forgot about real life." Taylor Jenkins Reid, bestselling author of Daisy Jones & the Six
"I can't think of a blurb good enough for this novel...poignant, funny, heartbreaking." Jenny Lawson, bestselling author of Furiously Happy
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THE BIGGEST IRONY about that night is that I was always scared to fly.
Always. Ever since I was old enough to think about it.
It seemed counterintuitive. Even a little arrogant. Why go up when gravity clearly wanted us to stay down?
Back in high school, my parents took my big sister, Kitty, and me to Hawaii one year. I dreaded the flight from the moment they told us until well after we were home again. The phrase "flying to Hawaii" translated in my head to "drowning in the ocean." The week before the trip, I found myself planning out survival strategies. One night after lights out, I snuck to Kitty's room and climbed into her bed.
I was a freshman, and she was a senior, which gave her a lot of authority.
"What's the plan?" I demanded.
Her face was half buried in the pillow. "The plan for what?"
"For when the plane hits."
She opened an eye. "Hits what?"
"The ocean. On the way to Hawaii."
She held my gaze for a second. "That's not going to happen."
"I have a bad feeling," I said.
"Now you're jinxing us."
"This is serious. We need a survival strategy."
She reached out and patted my bangs. "There is no survival strategy."
"There has to be."
"No." She shook her head. "Because if we don't crash, we won't need one. And if we do crash ..." She paused so I could catch her drift.
"We won't need one?"
A nod. "We'll just be dead." Then she snapped her fingers.
"You make it sound easy."
"Dying is easy. It's not dying that's hard."
"Guess you have a point there."
She closed her eyes. "That's why I'm the brains of the family."
"I thought I was the brains," I said, nudging her.
She rolled away. "You know you're the beauty."
Impossibly, we survived that trip.
Just as impossibly, I survived many more trips after that, never hitting anything worse than turbulence. I'd read the statistics about how flying was the safest of all the modes of transportation — from cars to trains to gondolas. I'd even once interned at an office right next to an international airport and watched planes go up and come down all day long with nary a problem. I should have been long over it.
But I never could lose the feeling that "flying" and "crashing" were kind of the same thing.
Now, years later, I was dating — seriously dating — a guy who was just days away from getting his pilot's license. Dating him so seriously, in fact, that on this particular Saturday, as we headed out to celebrate my not-yet-but-almost-official new dream job, I could not shake the feeling that he was also just about to ask me to marry him. Like, any second.
Which is why I was wearing a strapless black sundress.
If I'd thought about it, I might have paused to wonder how my boyfriend, the impossibly fit and charming Charles Philip Dunbar, could be one hundred percent perfect for me in every possible way — and also be such an air travel enthusiast. He never thought twice about flying at all — or doing anything scary, for that matter, like scuba diving or bungee jumping. He had an inherent faith in the order of the universe and the principles of physics and the right of mankind to bend those principles to its will.
Me, I'd always suspected that chaos was stronger than order. When it was Man against Nature, my money was on Nature every time.
"You just never paid attention in science class," Chip always said, like I was simply under-informed.
True enough. But that didn't make me wrong.
Chip believed that his learning to fly was going to cure my fears. He believed that he'd become so awesome and inspiring that I'd have no choice but to relax and enjoy it.
On this, we had agreed to disagree.
"I will never, ever fly with you," I'd announced before his first lesson.
"You think that now, but one day you'll beg me to take you up."
I shook my head, like, Nope. "Not really a beggar."
Now, he was almost certified. He'd done both his solo and his solo cross-country. He'd completed more than twice his required hours of flight training, just to be thorough. All that remained? His Check Ride, where a seasoned pilot would go up with him and put him in "stressful situations."
"Don't tell me what they are," I'd said.
But he told me anyway.
"Like, they deliberately stall the plane, and you have to cope," he went on, very pleased at the notion of his impressive self-coping. "Or you do a short-field landing, where you don't have enough space. And of course: night flying."
The Check Ride was next week. He'd be fine. Chip was the kind of guy who got calmer when things were going haywire. He'd make a perfect pilot. And I'd be perfectly happy for him to fly all he wanted. By himself.
But first, we were getting engaged — or so I hoped. Possibly tonight. On Valentine's.
I can't tell you how I knew, exactly. I'd just sensed it all day, somehow, the way you can sense it's going to rain. By the time I buckled in beside him in his Jeep, I was certain.
I'd known Chip a long time. We'd been dating for three years. I knew every expression in his repertoire and every angle of his body. I knew when he was faking a laugh, or when he was bullshitting. I could tell in seconds if he liked a person or not. And I certainly knew when he was hiding something — especially something he was excited about. Even though this date seemed exactly like every other date we'd ever had, I just knew something big was about to happen.
I figured he'd take us to the Italian place with the twinkle lights where we'd had our first date. But, instead of heading for downtown, he turned toward the freeway and ramped up.
The top was off his Jeep. I clamped my arms down over my hair. "Where are we going?" I called.
He called back, "It's a surprise!"
My stomach dropped at that. Once again, I knew Chip's intentions without his even hinting. This was kind of a problem with us. I could read him too well. He wasn't taking me to dinner. He was taking me to the airport.
* * *
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, we had left the city of Austin far behind. He pulled up the parking brake beside an airplane hangar at a private airfield in the middle of nowhere.
I looked around. "You can't be serious."
He leaned in. "Are you surprised?"
"Yes and no."
"Just pretend. Just once, I'd like to surprise you."
"Fine. I'm shocked. I'm awed."
"Don't pretend that much."
He came around to my side and took me by the hand, and then he pulled me behind him, bent over all sneaky, around to the far side of the hangar.
I followed him in a state of cognitive dissonance — knowing exactly what he was doing while insisting just as clearly that he couldn't possibly be doing it. "Are you sneaking me in here?" I whispered.
"It's fine. My friend Dylan did it with his girlfriend last week."
I tugged back against his hand. "Chip. I can't!"
"Sure you can."
"Is this — illegal?"
"I just want to show you my plane."
"It's not your plane, buddy."
I had zero interest in seeing his plane. Less than zero. I was interested in wine and appetizers and candlelight. I almost had the job of my dreams! I wanted to be celebrating. I was in the mood to feel good, not bad. "Can't we just go to dinner?" He peered around, then turned back to me. "Anybody can go to dinner."
"I'm cool with being anybody."
Then, with a coast-is-clear shrug, he pulled me out across the pavement and stopped in front of a little white Cessna. It looked like the kind of plane you'd see in a cartoon — wings up high, body below, and a spinny little propeller nose. Very patriotic, too. Red, white, and blue stripes.
"Cute," I said with a nod, like, Great. We're done.
But he took my shoulders and pointed me toward the cockpit.
I took a step back. "What are you doing?"
"Let's go for a ride."
"I'm afraid to fly. Remember?"
"Time to get over that."
"I'll throw up. I'll be motion-sick."
"Not with me, you won't be."
"It's not about you. It's about flying."
"You just need the right pilot."
I was shaking my head — half disbelief, half refusal. "You're not even certified."
"I'm as good as certified. I've done everything there is."
"Except take the test."
"But the test is just to see what you've already learned."
"Margaret? Yes. And right now before they catch us."
The force of his insistence was almost physical, like a strong wind you have to brace against. He wanted to do this. He wanted me to do this — to show faith in him, to believe in him. It wasn't a test, exactly, but it was still something I could fail.
I wasn't a person who failed things.
I was a person who aced things.
It felt like a big moment. It felt draped in metaphorical significance about bravery, and trust, and adventurousness — like it would reveal something essential about who I was and how I'd live the rest of my whole life. Saying no to flying right now suddenly felt like saying no to every possibility forever. Did I want to be a person who let minuscule statistical risks undermine any sense of bravery? Was this a challenge I couldn't rise to? Was I going to let fear make me small?
I'm not sure I ever really had a choice. Chip was Chip. He was my perfect man, and I'd thought so ever since his parents moved in next door to my parents, back when we were both in college. Our mothers became best next-door-neighbor friends, drinking wine on the patio and gossiping, but I only saw him on vacations. In the summers, his dad made him mow the lawn, and I'd stand at our window and watch. One time, my mom urged me to take him out a bottle of water, and he glugged the whole thing down in one swoop. I still remember it in slow-mo.
But I really didn't know him at all until we both wound up at business school together back home in Austin by accident. I was team leader of our study group, and he worked under me, which was good for him.
That's how we fell in love.
I'd have married him that first night we kissed, if he'd asked me. He was that kind of guy. Tall, clean-shaven, blond, all-American, high-achieving, confident. And dreamy. People did what he wanted. I felt lucky to be with him, and I'd doodled "Margaret Dunbar" more times than I'll ever admit. I once Googled dog breeds for our future pet. And one night, when shopping for something else — I swear — on the Home Depot website, I clicked on a little pop-up box for wood fence pickets. Just to see how much they were.
Now we were both out of school with our brand-new MBAs, both about to start our new jobs — Chip as an entry-level financial analyst at an investment bank, a job he found through a friend of his dad, and me as a business development manager for an oil and gas company called Simtex Petroleum. His job was good, but mine was far better, and I thought it was sporting of him, and rather gallant, to be so happy for me.
In truth, I wasn't even qualified for my new job. It required "five years of experience in the sector," "advanced knowledge of bidding for commercial contracts," and actual "international experience," none of which I had — but my B-school mentor had gone out on a limb for me, calling in a favor from a friend and writing a stunning letter of recommendation that called me a "fiercely energetic forward thinker, a problem solver, an excellent communicator, and a team player with strong business and financial acumen."
I'd laughed when he'd showed me the job listing. "I'm not remotely qualified for this."
"People get jobs they're not qualified for all the time."
I stared at the description. "They want 'demonstrated strategic and higher operational level engagement with the logistics environment.'"
"You're a shoo-in."
"I'm a joke."
"Now you're just thinking like a girl."
"I am a girl."
"We need to remedy that."
I gave him a look.
"When you go to this interview, I want you to pretend to be a man."
I closed my eyes. "Pretend to be a man."
"A badass man," he confirmed. "A man who's not just qualified, but overqualified."
I shook my head at him.
"Qualifications," he said, "pale in the face of confidence."
"If you say so," I said. Though I didn't believe it for a second. I went into the interview that day fully expecting to be laughed out of the room. But I did what he told me to. I pretended like hell — if nothing else, to prove him wrong.
Then they offered me the job. Or, at least, as the HR guy walked me to the lobby, he touched my shoulder and said, "It's not official, but you've got it."
My starting salary was going to be 50K higher than Chip's — but my mother told me not to tell him that. The important thing was: We were beginning our lives. Things were falling into place.
And here, at the airfield, I didn't want to be the only thing that didn't.
Chip squeezed my hands. "You trust me, right?"
"Yes." Sort of.
Then he pulled me into a kiss — a manly, determined, all-this-can-be-yours kiss, digging his tongue into my mouth in a way that he clearly found powerful and erotic, but that I, given how the sheer terror of what I was about to do had iced my blood, was too numb to feel.
Then he swatted me on the butt and said, "Climb in."
What can I say? I did it.
But I'm telling you, my hands were shaking.
As I worked on hooking the shoulder strap, I gave myself a stern talking-to: This was the right thing to do. Wasn't that what love was, after all? Saying yes — not just when it was easy, but also when it was hard?
Of course, any analyst worth her degree could have easily made the exact opposite argument: that I should trust my gut, and I shouldn't let Chip push me into doing things I didn't want to do. That his lack of respect for my genuine discomfort in the face of his Top Gun fantasies did not bode well for our long-term prospects.
But I wasn't going there.
I was going flying.
Then he was next to me, buckling up and handing me a set of black headphones. I had that feeling you get once you've picked a roller coaster seat and clamped yourself in.
Chip immediately shifted into character as the pilot. He slid his aviator sunglasses on and pressed the headphone mic so close to his mouth that his lips brushed against it, and started speaking a language to the control tower so specialized, it was basically nonsense: "South Austin Clearance Delivery — Cessna Three Two Six Tango Delta Charlie with information Juliet — VFR to Horseshoe Bay cruising three thousand three hundred."
It sounded to me like he was pretending. Who talked like that? But the tower didn't agree. Crackling through the headphones came "Cessna Three Two Six Tango Delta Charlie — South Austin Clearance — squawk two three one four, departure frequency will be one two zero point niner."
Oh, shit. This was happening.
Chip checked instruments and dials, looking them over like a pro. He looked at ease. Capable. Trustworthy. Macho, too. And, dammit, yes: super cool.
"I already went through my safety checklist before I came to get you — twice," he said. His voice was crackly through the headphones, but he took my hand and squeezed. "Didn't want to give you time to change your mind."
But I was all in by this point. I'd made my choice. For better or worse, as they say.
So Chip turned his attention to bigger things.
Still in sexy-pilot mode, he spoke into the mic and gave another nonsense message to the tower, confirming that we were waiting for the runway. I'd never been in the cockpit of a plane before, and this plane was all cockpit. Technically, there were two seats behind us, but it felt like we were in a Matchbox car.
Another plane had to land before we could take off, and I studied the dashboard with all its knobs and dials and 'ometers. I pointed at it. "Isn't this kind of tall?" It was higher than my head. I could barely see over.
He nodded. "It's not like driving a car," he explained, "where it's all about what you see. Flying's more instrument based."
"You don't look out the windshield?"
"You do, but you're looking at the instruments and gauges just as much. It's half looking, half math."
The other plane touched down, slowed, and trundled past us. See? I said to myself. They survived. We revved up, Chip announced us again over the radio, and he started working the pedals to bring us into position. The blades on the propeller spun so fast they disappeared. The plane vibrated and hummed. I sat on my cold hands so I wouldn't squeeze them into fists.
"Please don't do any loop-de-loops or anything," I said then.(Continues…)
Excerpted from "How to Walk Away"
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What a great way to start out the new year! This is one of the best books that I have read in awhile. I admit that I bought it because the protagonist is a parplegic, and my husband was paralzyed for a very long year. But it is just a great book, PERIOD. Katherine Center is a gifted writer, who develops well-drawn and believeable characters. In fact, I had to remind myself that this was fiction. This book provides touches a beautiful mosaic (inside joke that you will get, if you read the book) of tragedy, romance, depression, joy, hope, and redemption. I love Center’s sense humor. Her portrayals of the ups and downs of paralyzed life were true to life, in our experience. In fact, I had to continue to remind myself that this wasn’t a biography. She is frank about the obstacles and frustrations, yet proves that there is hope and that parplegic patietns can move forward and have happy lives as well. I only have one quibble with the book. When Margaret is in the hospital, her family actually think they can make decisions FOR her about who can visit, and some of her sister’s social media posts were supposedly againstMargaret’s will. But actually, because of the strict HIPPA law, only the patient can decide who knows about her condition, and who can visit her.To violate those wishes would be to break federal law. Hospitals could get into trouble with the feds, for allowing in visitors against a patient’s will, as well. But otherwise, it is a wonderful book, which I highly recommend to anyone who is in a wheelchair, has a loved one or friend in one - or just enjoys reading a very moving book that you don’t want to end.
Great read! Loved every second.
I loved this story! Both main characters had to overcome obstacles!
Great story of recoveryl. The author puts you right in Margaret's head. I can see Richard Rankin playing the part of Ian Moffat in the screen adaptation.
I enjoyed this book from start to finish!
Loved this book! I couldn’t put it down.
How To Walk Away was my first book I have read by Katherine Center and I loved it! This will not be my last book by her. Margaret Jacobsen is about to start an amazing new chapter in her life when things come crashing down. As she learns to heal and accept the new changes in her own life, so do relationships in her family. It’s heartbreaking, yet hopeful and joyful. I cheered her on the whole way, being inspired by her courage. It’s also a lovely romantic book. Another plus is the gorgeous, colorful cover!!! It’s displayed on my shelf. This is a really well written book, a definite page-turner for me. I look forward to reading Katharine’s Things You Save In A Fire,
I listened to the audio book with a way too peppy female reader and a Scottish male character with a Russian accent, not the best narrators. If you are the type of person who likes predictable chick-lit where you learn nothing whatsoever, then this one is for you. Me? not-so-much.
My first book by Katherine Center and now I can't wait to read her others! This is a story about fear, overcoming what life throws at you and trying to keep your sanity while you have zero control. It's also a story about love and hope and the main character, Margaret, just pulls you in!
My first read by Katherine Center. "Thought-provoking, making me think" while I read kind of a book... I was easily drawn into the characters' lives and so happy to have spent time with them, courtesy of Katherine Center!
Margaret is afraid to fly, but her boyfriend convinces her to go up in a small plane with him. His intent is to propose marriage. After crashing, she suffers an injury that changes all plans she has made for her life, including marriage to her boyfriend. The narrative, through Margaret seems realistic to the situation she finds herself in. She possesses a bravery most people are not capable of having, and fights throughout the book. Can she overcome? Will she find happiness? I now have a new author to follow, and look forward to her new book, Things You Save In A Fire. I highly recommend this book to those who like a strong woman character, and stories of survival. An easy read and a great book!
the book that you're not sure what's worse to stop or keep going. loved it.
I went into this book not knowing what to expect since I have never read anything by this author and honestly not even 100% sure I would like it! But I loved it! I loved the main character and how she was a little bit snarky and a little bit funny. For sure there were some great one liners that made me laugh out loud! And while the MC went through something devastating and had to learn to live again and be happy she did it with determination! The one part of the story that was a real draw for me and kept me hooked is the dynamic between family members. This is just a great "turn life around", feel good story and I would highly recommend it to anyone! I will definitely check out the authors other works.
This character driven story was such a delightfully fresh and funny read! Now I listened to the audiobook and did not read the physical copy. The narrator gives a powerful performance, with so much emotion and preciseness in her tones, she truly makes the reader or listener in this case, become completely enveloped into this story. I am stunned with another journey of how someone over comes a tragic accident in order to take back their life. From movies to books, I truly enjoy these stories because even though it may be a work of fiction, the author in this case takes from real life experiences; things real people go through! The main character Margaret is real and relatable and I felt like I could be her at so many times. I laughed out loud more times than I can count and had teary eyes just the same. The love interest was the literary version of Gerard Butler and I couldn’t have been more pleased. The ripple effects of the accident were exactly what someone might have went through and the emotional rollercoaster that accompanied each event was right on point, heartwarming and gut wrenching all at the same time. I could see so many of the scenes play out in my mind. Katherine Center is a master storyteller of loss and gain, desperation and resilience. How to Walk Away is, without hesitation a five star work of contemporary fiction and I can’t wait to read more of her work!
I received an advanced reader’s edition copy of How to Walk Away by Katherine Center from SheSpeaks to read and review. I absolutely love it! It’s been a long time since I have read a book as inspirational and romantic as this one. I love books! I have about 200 books in my parents’ house in Brazil and a few here with me. I signed up for SheSpeaks a few months ago and I got this book from them to review and I’m really happy in doing so. This book talks about Margaret Jacobsen and how to move on and find happiness again. It’s an inspirational book that you will want to to finish reading in the same day! She goes through heartbreaks, family issues, difficult moments and finds love where she could never imagine. She teaches us how to move on and be happy. It’s a survival novel! One of my favorite phrases of the book is “When you don’t know what to do for yourself, do something for someone else” by Ian’s mother, that helped Margaret see that helping others helps yourself. It’s a must read book! As Nina George said, “If you read just one book this year, read How To Walk Away“.
By maryvero ****Based on the first 19 pages of the book******* This story is catchy since the very first page. It does not start slow as many other books. It puts you right in the story. Margaret is a recently MBA graduate, in love with Chip, her perfect-prince-charming boy that she has been dating for 3 years. One night, to celebrate her new job - HUGE job, she and Chip go on a date. Margaret thinks she is going to dinner, but instead, Chip is bringing her to try his new plane, as he just completed a pilot course. However, Margaret has a TERRIBLE fear of flying since she was a kid, and she has always imagined her death on a plane. Margaret is pretty sure that Chip is going to propose that night, so she says yes to the plane ride. What happens next you will have to read it!
Really enjoyed this book about love and sorrow. She never pitied herself (okay maybe once or twice). She was a fighter to the end of the book and ended up happier than she thought she would. She should have never really been engaged to Chip in the first place since he was a real jerk even before the accident occurred. I loved every character in this book, especially Kit who really stood by her and encouraged her even though she really didn't want her there for a while. Ian really got on my last nerve too but ended up a sweetie and really good for her. The last 40 or so pages were hysterically funny and loved the epilogue the best because I could cry with happiness. I loved the way she spoke in 1st person and how her life really turned out. Good for her!
Margaret and Chip appear to be the perfect couple at the start of this women's fiction title. Both have just completed their MBAs and are on the path to high achievement. Margaret is hoping that Chip will propose to her. Not much of a spoiler because what I am writing next happens very early in the book. Chip does propose but does it in a small plane that Margaret had not wanted to fly in. There is an accident and Margaret suffers a serious injury which upends her life. The novel then tells the story of what happens to Margaret. The story is also about Margaret's parents, her sister, Chip and his family and the hospital staff, especially Ian. Readers will be rooting for Margaret as she figures out what to do in her life. The reader will undoubtedly enjoy spending time with her family and with Ian as well. I enjoyed this novel which I read quickly. The author does not sugarcoat what Margaret experiences in her recovery. However this is a romance so each reader will have to decide if they want to buy into the semi-fairy-tale. I would read other books by the author and would look forward to doing so. Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for the e-galley of the novel which I was given in exchange for an honest review.
How to Walk Away could serve as a how-to guide for navigating any extreme life derailment. The novel gives credence to the seriousness of the protagonist Margaret's challenges, without focusing on them. Uplifting--with an ending I didn't see coming!
SUCH A GOOD BOOK! This was one of my picks for Book of the Month and oh my goodness I absolutely loved it. This book is about Margaret who has worked hard all of her life and finally feels like it might be paying off. She has a great job and a great boyfriend named Chip who's taking her on a romantic date. But in a split second, everything changes. All Margaret was hoping for was for Chip to propose and now she's stuck in a hospital reevaluating her entire life. I loved how at first Margaret is super depressed and doesn't even want to think about ever walking again and then she completely does a 180 and tries her absolute hardest to overcome everything. She is one of the strongest fictional characters I've read about in awhile. Best book I've read in a very long time.
How to Walk Away tells the story of Margaret, a woman who seems to have everything going for her until a tragic accident changes everything. As Margaret deals with the aftermath of the accident she is forced to reconsider what is important to her and what she wants in life. And she may just find it in the most unlikely of places. While there's nothing absolutely amazing about this book it is charming and heartwarming and a quick, enjoyable read. There are definitely moments where you may find yourself rolling your eyes (see brooding male character with a secret past), but Katherine Center's writing allows you to relate to Margaret and root for her as well. Ultimately, this book will leave you feeling warm and hopeful.